Diario

Reggae is our diary and in it we pour ourselves today
With earth, with sky, and with tears oh, from sanity to horror.
Sometimes we break the tip and tear the page with fury,
But only a blot remains, oh it doesn't let us continue.
We must wear the pure face,
In this delirious time
Set aside the fury.
We must keep certain emotions alive in the inventory,
Because if emotions kill, hey, they must also heal.
Reggae is our diary and in it we pour ourselves today
With keys, strings, leather, and song, oh, releasing the charm.
We must wear the pure face, mmmh
In this delirious time
Set aside the fury.
I want to document the tickle, the dominoes, and the coffee,
The chatter on the corner and the gathering.
Also document the river that caresses my skin,
Inspires the senses and energizes my being.
Document the tickle that made me laugh yesterday
To remember another day and go crazy again.
Document the shy horizon that hides
Behind the dune and the palm tree that adorn the coast in pine nuts,
The waves of scrap and airplanes.
Oh, the rhythm of the drums that are heard in Loiza
When I hurry by and forget the race.
Yes, finally, living the day is what matters.
The past is a starting point
And the future you invent.
Document the tickle that has seen me grow
So that other cultures can enjoy it too.
Eh, eh, things of Puerto Rican life.
Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen to pure and lively enjoyment.
Live the color of this little island,
Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, feel the warmth my people give
Live the color of this little island,
Feel the warmth, feel the warmth
If it doesn't heal you, at least it entertains you,
I say it ignites you.
It doesn't leave a single pore inert.
Uh, ha, haha, uyy,
Be careful, there comes the jara,
Hide the pipe and poke it.